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He always looked so beautiful like this , Dean thought.
Sprawled out on the bed in front of him, thighs parted wide, twitching softly against the mattress as the deep blush glowed so prettily against his cheeks, eventually spreading to his pale neck and tummy.
Sam’s cock stood tall and weepy between him and Dean, who sat in between Sam’s thighs holding a camera above his writhing body as he massaged his hip with his free hand. Sam’s hands held his big brother’s arms so tightly, nails digging into the flannel that separated skin from skin.
Dean had previously placed a pretty black ring around the base of Sam’s cock and balls to keep him from cumming too fast, which would have absolutely been the case due to the vibrating cock Dean had placed deep inside Sam’s ass constantly stimulating his prostate. Sam’s hips jerked lazily, attempting to rise from the bed only to be held down by his brother's hands.
“Ah-ah, be still, Sammy.” Dean turns down the level on the dildo, bringing it to a soft buzz to calm Sam’s reactions. Sam’s eyes roll up for a second, furrowing his brows as he huffs a frustrated groan. “Doing so good f’ me, baby… so good…”. Dean’s hand leaves his hip to fumble with the dial on the side of the camcorder to zoom into Sammy’s fucked out face.
His eyes were glossy (which somewhat could be picked up by the camera lens) and his cheeks flushed red and hot. His bangs stuck to the sides of his forehead, the rest of his hair long enough to fan out against the pillow a little. He tilted his head to the side to show off the fresh hickeys he sported just below his jaw, Dean’s hand coming down to tilt his head to better frame them. Sam bit his lower lip and smiled like a slut, camera panning back over to his face to get a closeup of his expression. Fuck, such a whore. Dean’s hand fell from Sam’s neck to his cock, giving it a rough tug causing his eyebrows to arch and mouth to fall wide in a silent moan. His eyes closed as he sighed out a soft, “Oh… fuck-”.
Dean increased the speed of the toy once more, causing Sam’s hips to stutter yet again. Dean’s hand left his cock and wrapped around his little brother's neck, fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh. Sam whined out at the sensation, hips desperately grinding against the air.
“You’re taking it so well, Sammy.” Dean whispered, hand squeezing just a little harder, still not enough to hurt him.
Sam’s moans increased in speed and volume, letting out little ‘uh- uh- uh-’s with every roll of his hips against nothing.
Dean’s hand left Sam’s warm neck, causing him to take in a big breath with little pants and gasps. Dean’s fingers ghosted over Sam’s cock, tip flushed red and angry as beads of precum rolled down his head. He finally tugged the ring back over Sam’s balls, sliding it up and off his base. Sam’s eyes opened wide as he felt his balls begin to tighten and draw up, moans growing into frantic, high-pitched whines.
“Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, baby, let’s see that pretty cock squirt…” He held the camera with two hands, one eye closed as he focused the other looking through the eyepiece as Sam began to fall apart below him, lens zooming out to capture his face and his cock in the same frame.
Sam’s panting increased rapidly as he got closer, hands clenching and unclenching until his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, literally knocking the wind out of him. His thighs parted when his cock throbbed out four long ropes of cum against his tummy, some landing closer to his neck. His eyes shut tight as the rest of his body tensed, coming untouched forced his dick to jolt back and forth as if it had a mind of its own.
Dean caressed Sam’s hip and the side of his thigh as his orgasm began to taper off, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.
“That’s it, good boy, Sammy… That’s a good boy…” Dean turned the toy down to the lowest setting, allowing Sam to enjoy a dragged out afterglow before he turned it off completely.
Dean zooms in on Sam’s face once more, eyes slowly opening and panting softly, licking his lips when he feels them sticking together. He mutters a small, high pitched “ Thank you” to Dean as the camera focuses on his flushed face.
“You’re welcome, baby brother.”